In Dreams: 34. After A Dance Part 1

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34. After A Dance Part 1

Chapter Thirty-Four
                After A Dance Part 1

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It was strange. She knew this had to be a dream. That is, she understood that some of it had actually happened, but she knew when it transformed into the dream part. The banquet and its aftermath were real enough but when she had retreated to her rooms she knew it morphed into the dream.
 
Crossing to the balcony and leaned on the railing she studied the stars filling the sky in a spangled blanket. She found the star that marked the ship of Earendil.   She was sorting through the many bewildering memories of the earlier part of the evening. The most baffling part was the fact that the real Elrond wanted her, desired her. She shook her head in wonder. "Your son is as much an enigma as you great Lord. How can one such as I stir him?"

Returning to her bedroom, she removed her headpiece and the pendent placing it on her desk. She started to remove her gown, and then realized she would need help undoing the lacing in the back.

"Lirimaer, may I help?" his voice was low and all warm silken honey.

Startled, she turned towards it. He stood there arms folded leaning against the open door from the sitting room. He still was dressed in his formal robes a plum colored velvet over robe and rose silk under robe worn at the banquet. His black hair under his mithril head-dress fell down his back and his warrior braids were held at the back with a silver clip. He was very much the high elven lord of Imladris and his eyes brooked no refusal.

Startled, she collapsed back against the desk. "Meleth nin, how come you here?"

"Did you think I would stay away?" his storm gray eyes pinned hers as he closed the door and moved further into the room,

"I could think of little but you." She whispered.

"Lirimaer," his voice was silky as he reached for her and turned her around, "let me undo those lacings."

She felt the gown slipping from her shoulders and grasped it holding it to her chest. He pulled her back against his chest and bent his head to nuzzle her neck. His arms encircled her waist. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to give him better access to her throat. She smiled as her bottom felt his arousal.

"Lirimaer, you were beautiful at dinner tonight," he murmured as his lips teased along her tender pulse points and his hands began a slow exploration of her body, "I could hardly keep my hands off of you."

She turned in his arms and reached up to stroke his cheek then gently removed his headpiece. "Meleth nin you are very handsome and impressive yourself.  When you look at me I grow weak. As much as I admire the Lord of Imladris, I worship Elrond my lover. To know that he also desires me outside of this dream world both confuses and excites me."

His dark gray eyes glittered down at her, "Then I will shed the skin of the Lord of Imladris and become simply your lover Elrond. Will you help me remove these very tiresome robes?"

"You are never simply anything, meleth nin." She smiled up at him and slipped the velvet outer layer from his shoulders. When it fell to the floor she bent to pick it up and placed it carefully on the chest at the end of the bed. When her own gown continued to fall down she pulled her arms from it and let it fall to the floor in a pool of amber silk. He leaned down and grasped it in his long slender fingers. Shaking it out and folding it gently he laid it beside his robe on the chest.

     Turning back his hot eyes washed over her like a warm caress. They stripped her of all pretence, all defence and looked inside to her very soul. It was both frightening and exhilarating to be so open to another. His finger traced a path along the line of her collarbone to the wildly beating pulse at the base of her throat. Her nipples peaked and hardened under the sheer silk of the chemise she wore.

She lowered her head and pressed an open mouth kiss against the back of his hand causing him to shudder. Funny how he had never really considered a hand an erogenous zone, but then she made everything become one. Tugging at the sash that circled his waist, she removed it and began undoing the fastenings at the neck of the silk under robe. He shrugged it off and pulled her into his arms. His erection nestled against her soft abdomen and pulsed within the confines of his leggings. She moaned softly and rocked against his heat.

Her fingers tunnelled through his hair and she pulled his face down fastening onto his mouth with desperate need. He thrust his own tongue into the hot sweet moisture of hers and explored it slowly. When she arched under his hands, he chained a path of kisses across the top of her breasts and then sought her firm nipples suckling gently first then tugging hard on each in turn. Slipping beneath the bottom of the chemise his fingers trailed along the sweet curve of her belly until they reached the soft curls between her thighs. Slipping through them he sought and found her slick folds. She was hot and wet, so ready for his taking. He growled and pulled himself back. He needed to concentrate on pleasuring her before seeking his own.  Slowly he slid a finger into her center, then a second one pushing deeper into the tight sheath. Her moan and the sweet warmth nearly sent him over the edge. She pushed against him trying to force them deeper.

"More, Meleth nin, oh more please."

His mouth reclaimed hers and tasted her sweetness. He slid his fingers back into her wet silken heat adding a third finger to increase her pleasure.  He absorbed her open mouthed whimpers as he slid his fingers out and in. Her cries intensified vibrating erotically against his tongue as he increased the tempo then she screamed her release, her nails biting into his back and her sweet moisture flooding his hand.
When she had recovered she pulled up his dripping fingers and suckled them  each one by one, tonguing each in turn. Then sliding her hand between them she stroked his full length through the silk.  He shuddered.

He undid the lacing of his leggings and his arousal was freed into her waiting hands. She helped him remove his soft low dress boots and slipped the leggings down over his hips letting him step out of them. Stroking his length again she squeezed gently and the touch tightened his balls. Circling him with her fingers she stroked up and down in a slow steady rhythm.

Growling he swept her up in his arms and moved to the bed. Taking hold of the chemise he ripped it from her and moved between her legs. He captured her hands and pinioned  them on either side of her head.  Sliding between her wet folds, he thrust slowly into her depths stopping only when she was completely impaled upon him. He withdrew slowly.

" Lirimaer, look at me.  Let us go together."

She opened those glorious amber eyes and locked her gaze on him. Slowly he re-entered her moving inch by inch until he was buried deep inside again. She was so wet. So very  tight. So burning hot.  He pulled out slowly then entered once more in one long slow stroke. His breath became a hard rasp as he lost himself in the hot sheath of her body and the sound of her passion. His thrusts increased in speed and strength until the both of them were shuddering with the intensity of it.  Together they soared up spiralling on a path of pleasure and love more intense than they had experienced before falling over the edge into something more intense then just physical release.

"Lirimeth nin, I love you."



Meleth nin- my beloved
lirimaer-lovely one




This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Gilnaur

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - The Kings

Genre: Romance

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 04/08/10

Original Post: 09/08/06

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